Sunday, March 28, 2010

Ethered Prairie Dogs: Before Their Untimely Collapse

At least I know you are somewhere in the ethersniffing ether?Somewhere where I know you're okyou're ok?Believing things are good for youhalf the battle wonthe other halfyou left abandonedat the altarof plaintoo painful

The Altered Plan at The Altar of Pain (discussed earlier)Far from plainsthis Jane's flat face takes upthe entire prairieswere many gopher's and prairie dogs(they are the same thing?)get shot out of holeslike rockets to the moonoh how sadbeing so cutenasty holes they makethey never knowit'd be betteron the other side

they must know thatit would be far betterat least then the hunterscould stuff them and sell them ascuriosities or minted snuffthat often than notmake big bucksfor daddy war bucksin the war roomnext to the purple star

the manure so thick latelywet and warmspreaded aroundlike an body-electricsnugglie

for years throughoutthe landmanure held its groundkeeping our boots filledmaking us tallerin the saddlewho knew the elixirof decayhad that much magic

fertilizer the bs you mean?what pleasure do you get to see mewrithingin such estacticpainas a jokethat's the only thingu mean?

before empathythere was a walland on that wall was a wordand thatsaid"i'm pity"feelings meaningtranslates to"em-pathy"there where there were feelingsthere where therewere connectionsnow lostonce not so amissof communicationof deep understandingof fellow human beingsof our colleaguesof our many leaguesthere where there wereone there was alllike a humanityof a billion muskateers"all for one and one for all"what happened to that?that was akin tocollective sanitywhen the world made sensebefore the collapse

ship sails away todayleaving behindevery unwantedmemory shelvedstored in Twilight Zonecontainers of samemaybe never to open againunless a triggerwordshould evokea taste of yesterday'smemorieslikedandelion wine(inspired by Ray Bradbury)

what did I doto make so manymemories bademoriesgoodemories there should be a wordthis is so importantto us as a collective wholetrying to bury the holethat surrounds usand drags us downway past the groundway past any partthat would no longer existsince I am not heretyping this

if I could make me a shiplike the Nancyand be her boysunto sail awaymuch longer than a dayto never remember landthen I could startall over againto make memorieslike shells gatheredon this voyagebeginning now

The lexiconographic or linguistic meaning of words has always intrigued me. We often say words with little real knowledge as to their actual meaning. If we feel on some level than these words either enforce or denounce our feeling, empathetic self. Today the world's inhabitants or people seem to be less worried about feelings and more worried about self agrandizement, or personal wealth. It is funny to watch those with the wads of cash sinking on the Titantic. The only thing they are thinking about, the last thing is, I hope my jewels are safe. What will be my last thoughts? "Get me outta here".

So in that way the thinker would be able to think quickly of limited physical resources and may safe him/herself, however the doer, or hands-on kind of person (the non-thinker, empathetic type) would use the moment to make something work. Depending on that one thing, that need to survive. Some are resigned to give up at a moments whim should the need arise, others are more or less not as resigned and maybe some keener force kicks in the survival instinct force which may be much stronger than any known force, as it may call upon those latent survivor forces that may make magic happen. Maybe adrenal mixed with something beyond the human consciousness or from the epicentre of the human consciousness, some Divine force the A-O force? A actual force? The fifth FORCE. Shouldn't a divine force be the first force. We'll have to ask NASA who is close to the First Force. Hmmmm.

An actual force..the A-O is the unknown as yet, hypothesized by Jane Jones called the Alpha-Omega force. It is the first force besides, Gravity, Electromagnetics, The Strong and The Weak Force. It is a balancer of all forces, the Mr/Ms Ying/Yang Divine force which is and isnt everything. Does this make sense?

In the Bible, the prophets were close to G*d or the Divine. To the prophets of the Bible the Divine force was a personification of that Divine force or a person. The person of Bible who is G*d may make him/herself known by taking on a human form, much like the bearded and robed old man of the Bible and painted on the Sistine Chapel by Leonard DaVinci.Sundays always focus my mind on the spiritual teachings from my youth. It is relative because I have thought for many years about G*d and I always thought G*d not a mean of man who makes sinners "pay back" but rather, I see G*d as a powerful force which only brings good. It seems a lot of people blame G*d when things do not go correctly in their lives. This is just the opposite of what happens. G*d is actually removed from that which happens to be not good because G*d cannot be present where there has been no good. I believe the name G*d is a shortform of G**d and I believe that humans have messed up when they blame G*d for all the world's evil ills. Undoubtedly G*d cannot exist in the same place where evil resides. It might be similar to Superman's allergy to kryptonite. The fact that G*d can and does help in these verified and proven times when the only force to save us has been the Divine force the A-O force (Alpha-Omega another description of the Divine Force of Being One Good G*d. Thank-you G*d. Go in peace.

Thank-you dear Willow re the official "wooly boogers". Has anyone ever stuffed and sold them? Referring to your poem about the stuffed raggedy doll. Recently saw a hunting show about how much fun "pot shots" on the prairies (I believe Manitoba or Saskatchewan)of the woolie boogers. I wonder how people from the Midwest really feel about them thar woolie boogers!

Willow: Pretty freaky about those wprd verifications. I was receiving more like "imdunce" sort of semi-insulting, questioning my marbles type of verifications. Maybe the Sepia Saturday (how I do love your poems and posts on the past)could have played a intregal part in this. Who really could think these up? Making our minds play funny games! Funny stuff!

Rhonda: Thank-you very much for your kind words. I try to stay focused on what is truly important, seemingly "missed" by the masses of late. Someone must be delving into the G*d force, which is Divine Love. Somewhere there is a world we are suppose to inhabit...now...how to get there...:)